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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"A Girl of the Limberlost"

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"'Ey do anyfing!" boasted Little Brother.
Before Elnora missed her, Alice, who had gone to investigate, came
flying across the shadows and through the sunshine waving a paper. She
thurst it into Elnora's hand.
"There is a man-person--a stranger-person!" she shouted. "But he knows
you! He sent you that! You are to be the doctor! He said so! Oh, do
hurry! I like him heaps!"
Elnora read Edith Carr's telegram to Philip Ammon and understood that he
had been ill, that she had been located by Edith who had notified him.
In so doing she had acknowledged defeat. At last Philip was free. Elnora
looked up with a radiant face.
"I like him 'heaps' myself!" she cried. "Come on children, we will go
tell him so."
Terry and Alice ran, but Elnora had to suit her steps to Little
Brother, who was her loyal esquire, and would have been heartbroken over
desertion and insulted at being carried. He was rather dragged, but he
was arriving, and the emergency was great, he could see that.
"She's coming!" shouted Alice.
"She's going to be the doctor!" cried Terry.
"She looked just like she'd seen angels when she read the letter,"
explained Alice.
"She likes you 'heaps!' She said so!" danced Terry. "Be waiting! Here
she is!"
Elnora helped Little Brother up the steps, then deserted him and came at
a rush. The stranger-person stood holding out trembling arms.
"Are you sure, at last, runaway?" asked Philip Ammon.


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